The Mo Shi trio were on the third floor of the hotel, which was divided into two parts: a hall and a number of private rooms, separated by a corridor.
At that moment, there was only one table of customers in the hall, positioned directly in line with the private room occupied by the Mo Shi trio.
Those at the table, all four of them, wore camouflage uniforms—clearly figures from the mercenary world.
"We can't underestimate Long Yan. There's something unusual about this affair. Dragon Soul has been attacking our bases, and not just one, but several at the same time. This is highly abnormal—who attacks multiple bases by dividing their forces?"
A blond, blue-eyed man from the Northern Confederation spoke gravely, "It seems like they are probing something."
"Probing?" the small-statured man with a mustache sitting on the left side of the man from the Northern Confederation frowned and said, "Mr. Cha'ersi, do you think... the people from Dragon Soul could know about our research...?"
